You Wear An Ancestors Face

you wear an ancestor’s face

the last two or three weeks alone could fill an entire verse of we didn’t start the fire

i went to alphaville and everyone there asked if you really want to live forever

I've been rewatching Phineas and Ferb (just found out that Disney uploaded a bunch of full season one episodes to YouTube) and one of my favourite parts is how, even though they have kids, Linda and Lawrence both lead full lives that don't depend on their children.

They have clubs and interests and skills that don't include their kids, they have a history before them and - most importantly - this history is SHOWN, and both of them seem to love their lives even if they aren't young.

I think a lot of people think that when you become a parent, you stop being yourself. They think that they have to give up all their hobbies and friends and everything for their children, but, while you do have to prioritize your children over yourself, you DON'T HAVE TO STOP BEING YOU. You're allowed to have hobbies, spend time with other people, build new skills, you're allowed to LIVE YOUR LIFE even with your kids. You are allowed to try things out, and make mistakes, and back track for a bit.

Obvs it's not a 1-1 to real life, which is much more messy and dangerous than the PnF universe, but I think the core message still stands.

EVEN AS A PARENT, YOU ARE STILL A PERSON

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More than being parents, I think this is a good way to portray adulthood in general. As you get older, or when you move out of the education system, a lot of things get harder - you're expected to fend for yourself (or depend on others less), it gets harder to make friends, and everything becomes more stressful. While I'm not dumb enough to think that most of us can have the life Linda and Lawrence have, seeing them lead full lives gives me some hope in that my life and my future can be as full of people, activity, and fun as theirs is.

did anyone else form a very personal connection to the diary of Anne Frank in middle school and feel like you were holding your breath your whole fifteenth year only to realize you were outliving her, continue to outlive her, continue to grow like she deserved to and you die a little inside or is that just me

in my mind somewhere there is a version of myself dedicated to screaming “i don’t want an angry man in my house” 24 hours 7 days a week